DeirdreScott
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2005
- Messages
- 145
A scream in tormented passion
the prelude to a wedding of fashion
To have and to hold forever (in ration)
That is what we promised with compassion
At the alter we stuttered, deranged
Forgot the words that subtly changed
us from two organisms often estranged
into one single twisted entity rearranged
WE promised to live forever
by the other's side and never
would we separate but how fate
is so cruel and now we simply hate
the other and cannot stand
to even touch the other's hand
where we wear our golden brands
we've given up on our Promised Land
There is no coming back from this point
WE've torn asunder what God did appoint
cast aside crowns that marriage did anoint
We cannot live apart but reached the end point...
the prelude to a wedding of fashion
To have and to hold forever (in ration)
That is what we promised with compassion
At the alter we stuttered, deranged
Forgot the words that subtly changed
us from two organisms often estranged
into one single twisted entity rearranged
WE promised to live forever
by the other's side and never
would we separate but how fate
is so cruel and now we simply hate
the other and cannot stand
to even touch the other's hand
where we wear our golden brands
we've given up on our Promised Land
There is no coming back from this point
WE've torn asunder what God did appoint
cast aside crowns that marriage did anoint
We cannot live apart but reached the end point...

